I had only been on a small plane once or twice before, and never a seaplane, so this part of the trip was more exciting than just getting from point A to to point B. Decked out in yellow and blue, the planes looked fun and stylish as they landed on the water. The planes were even smaller on the inside that they looked from the outside, and the engines were quite loud (earplugs were provided).
Helengeli is a down-to-earth diving resort, so unlike some of the places in the Maldives, it is not super fancy -- which was fine by us, as it made the trip more affordable. The accommodations had real walls, air conditioning, and hot water -- luxurious enough for a tiny tropical island. Our bungalow was situated at the far end of the island and had some vegetation separating us from the water; the ones on the other end seemed to have a better beach view (that's what happens when you book through a discount site). I liked that the island was well-maintained, but some care had been taken to not overdevelop it. The staff was always professional and helpful, and we felt in good hands at the dive center as well.
On a tiny tropical island, there is not much to see but the sea and sky -- and that's the whole point. In the morning, we tried to catch sunrise, and in the evening, we'd take in the sunset. We took a walk out to the dock one night, and we could see more stars than I have seen in a long time (perhaps ever). OD also noticed some luminescence happening in the water (which reminded me of the time a friend and I swam in a bioluminescent bay in Puerto Rico).
In the afternoon of our scheduled departure, storm clouds delayed our plane for a couple of hours, so while waiting we got one of the staff to take photos of us around the island. We hardly ever get photos of us together, and since OD takes most of the photos, they are usually just of me (though occasionally I take photos of him taking photos). At least now it won't look like I went to the Maldives by myself!